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Poems of the Week
The Kindest Cut
by Felicia Nimue Ackerman
“Trump administration cuts reach FDA employees in food safety,
medical devices and tobacco products”
—Associated Press
Trump is cutting far and wide.
Workers simply cannot hide.
Trump has made the future grim.
What a shame we can’t cut him!
Laying Low
by Meesh Grass
Who am I? I’m a fed.
I work hard to earn my bread.
I am skillful and well-read.
But I’m told that’s best unsaid.
Soon, I fear, I’ll be unfed.
Old Spice
by Neil Doherty
“[R]esearchers sniff ancient mummies to study preservation… Spicy, woody and sweet:
it sounds like a description of a fancy air freshener.”
—The Guardian
I’m swaddled in cloth from my head to my feet,
anointed with oils and waxes and balms;
my fragrance is woody and spicy and sweet,
cinnamon, cloves, eucalyptus and palms.
With Isis, Osiris and Horus and Set
guarding the gates to my netherworld quest—
with all of these fidgety daemons, you bet
I’m off to the afterlife smelling my best.
But what if the ending the gods have in store
is cruel, debasing and temporal, if
some dour archaeologists pummel my door,
pry open my coffin and take a great whiff?
Heaven forbid, in my sacrosanct tomb,
they sicken and retch and they foul up the room.
Better by far that they do not recoil
but savor embalmer’s ambrosial oil.
Owl, I Ask of You
by Steven Kent
“Canadians get chance to feed rodents named after old flames to owls”
—The Guardian
I’d like to think I’m too mature concerning my ex, Pat,
To wish her harm now (never mind the rumor),
Yet gladly I bestowed her name upon a hapless rat
And paid to watch a spotted owl consume her.
Muck Fusk
by Erika Fine
We do not like you, Mister Musk.
You purge and threaten, dawn to dusk.
And Orwell—he predicted you!
Dystopia is coming true.
Corruption, chaos, blatant lies—
“Efficiency” is just a guise
For gutting rules you do not like
So you can have an Elon-Reich.
Appearancing
by Julia Griffin
“French far-right leader cancels US speech after ex Trump aide Bannon appeared to make ‘Nazi gesture'”
—The Guardian
“Elon Musk appears to make back-to-back fascist salutes at inauguration rally”
—The Guardian
In Democracy’s Last Chance Saloon,
They appear to be giving salutes;
But none should too swiftly impugn
These seeming saluters as brutes:
Though they’re lifting their arms in a pose
We once understood how to name,
We cannot be sure why they chose
A move that looked rather the same,
For anyone might do Sieg Heil!
In front of a crowd by mistake;
So let’s not despair for a while,
Because (though the air is opaque
In Democracy’s twilight, or dusk),
We’ve noticed no goose-stepping boots,
And thus we say only, of Bannon and Musk:
They appear to be giving salutes.
Hands-on Clerihew
by Chris O’Carroll
Conservative Bigwig Matt Schlapp
Caused a bit of a flap
When he was accused (again) of groping the crotch of another guy,
Which for the GOP is way too DEI.
Hippie Chicks?
by Marshall Begel
“[Normally territorial] hummingbirds nesting and roosting together in Ecuador’s High Andes…
may be the first documented example of hummingbirds that nested and roosted communally.”
—The New York Times
Seemingly, teamingly
Ecuador’s hummingbirds
could be uniting in
communes like ants.
Researchers looking for
Oreotrochilus
Interdependency
ask for more grants!
Winged Chariot
by Bruce Bennett
“Mr. Trump views Air Force One as a symbol of power and prestige,
and he is infuriated that he begins his second term flying around in the
same aging planes that once transported President George H.W. Bush.”
—The New York Times
My Air Force One can’t be the same
as his, an aging crate so lame
no viewer could be conscious of
the Majesty that soars above!
Chairman of the Boored
by Steven Kent
“Trump’s Revenge Now Includes His Takeover of the Kennedy Center”
—The New York Times
No Mozart, no Bach,
Just Nugent and Rock.
No drama today—oh,
Book Sorbo and Baio.
No humor that’s deep
(Rob Schneider works cheap).
No opera—too tragic;
Get card tricks and magic.
No art in this hall;
No artists at all.
How Snowy Is It in Washington, D.C.?
by Paul Lander
Just one thing’s whiter
Than the city’s roadways now:
House Committee chairs.
Everyone Must Go!
by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons
“Depending on how you read it, New Zealand’s latest tourism tagline can be a well-meaning plea
for people to visit—or a threat to kick Kiwis out. ‘Everyone Must Go!’ reads a slogan printed across posters
of people in New Zealand’s majestic landscapes—part of a NZ$500,000… campaign unveiled on Sunday.”
—BBC
Enticing more Australians to buy
Vacations in New Zealand, as a must
Experience to have before you die,
Requires a catchy slogan you can trust
Your natives not to ridicule and razz
On-air or otherwise. And yet (it’s true!)
New Zealand’s answer to this challenge has
Epitomized how not to ballyhoo
Majestic landscapes: “Everyone must go!”
Unwowed by half a million dollars blown
So dumbly, Kiwis want the state to know
The slogan is tone-deaf … Yet, could its tone
Get Aussies so intrigued, they long to come
On over, just to see who’d be so dumb?
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